Friday, November 30, 2007


Lucky me, I slid into a spot last night, with so few available, I gotta wonder if someone hadn't just left. If Noodle reads this - thanks for the invite - I had a fun time last night. I met Noodle, Skeeter, Sass & Spyder for some McAlister's, then Dollar Tree, then book store.

You know meme that Noodle did the other day, the four things, and she listed a shirt she wished she still had? It reminded me of a song by Mary Chapin Carpenter. "This shirt is old and faded, all the color washed away" and she sings about different things she has done in "this shirt." Judging from the time that seems to take place in the song, she hasn't gained an ounce since high school, but anyway, I've got this delightful birthday present over shirt - Tommy Hilfiger - flannel and blue with a denim collar. It's great for me because although I love the fashion of winter coats, I hate the bulk. And this is perfect for me. It's not faded and washed away, but I can add a memory to it now - it's long hanging tail hid from the world last night that the seat of my pants split wide open. I first heard the rip as I was getting in the car from supper, and by the time I got home they were wide-azz open. Too funny. And odd timing since I had just decided that both they and a pair of khaki's should go to the fishes and loaves closet at church to help keep someone warm this winter and I should upgrade pants for work. But those went into the garbage instead.

I'm going in a wee bit later today. The entire sales department is having a client holiday party tonight. I just talked with another sales manager and found out who slept with clients last year. But I'm happily dating someone, so I don't have that luxury. I asked for an exception to monogamy tonight "for the company" and I did not get it. Oh well.

Happy Friday to you!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007


The conversation at the other job opportunity this morning conceptually went well, but really, it's just not enough to make me leave my current place. I've got a good job with a boss who is smokin' hot, she approves almost everything I ask for if I have good logic behind it, she gives me weekends off, and doesn't really mind if I'm late.

In addition, the reasons that I left that company 7 years ago still exist, and he discussed salary as "do-able." Not "I can make it worth it" or anything such.

I really would like to "return home" there - it's where I cut my teeth in the biz and there are some good people there. But I just don't think this is the right time.


The sign on my door/all the apartment doors says the parking lot will be off limits tomorrow afternoon through Friday morning. "You may" park on the North side of the building or on the street.

"You may . . . " Guess what, people already park on the North side and the North side only holds about 4 cars max anyway, so there are no incremental spaces there. "On the street" people already park, including myself sometimes. If it lines up right and people with shorter cars park close together, it's five maximum but closer to four average. So there's no incremental spaces there.

The other side of the street is no parking. I've got a ticket to prove it.

So exactly wherethafuck are we supposed to park.

There's absolutley no "We contacted the businesses adjacent to the building and you can park there after 5" or "We contacted the city and you can park on the opposite side this night." Basicly, they told us what we already know and people already do - that for 15 apartments, there are 9 maximum parking spaces available tomorrow night.

I am so unhappy with this management company. I understand their role is to manage the building for the owners, but you'd think there's be some amount of management on your behalf. I've had a damned hole in the bathroom ceiling for a month now waiting on them to fix the leak in the upstairs bathroom. I am just so unhappy with these people. I can foresee that come August I'll be looking for someplace to move to, because I just dislike these people so very much.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Television Quotes

I can not have an aid who will not look up, you will be forever walking into things. - Delenn

Understanding is not required, only obedience - Lenier

Maybe I needed you, maybe I just needed someone. And right now, for this one moment, I don't care. Don't send me away. Don't make me feel like a fool.

Sinclair: I just wish I could be more sure.

Garibaldi: Sure is for people with nothing on the line. You and me, we just get on with it.

Dr. Biggs: I'm waiting, for an apology.
Sinclair: You'd better check the temperature in hell first.

. . . . that a half truth is the worst kind of lie. Draal, as repeated by Delenn.

Oven and Netflix

After burning everything in the oven, I spent four bucks on an oven thermometer (pronounced thermo-meter in my head) and the oven is officially 100 degrees hotter than the dial. Well, there ya go.

NetFlix has been fabulous still, though My Fella took an instant dislike to "Team America: World Police" and started second guessing my sanity. That movie was put on pause about 15 minutes into it and I finished it the next day.

Disk 2 of season 1 of Babylon 5 is here today, so I'll probably watch that after I spend some time updating my resume.

I had a phone call yesterday asking to come and talk to someone about some "opportunities." At least, I hope it was plural on opportunity, because the one I found out about through networks and contacts isn't one I'd be interested in. But I have a very good feeling about it. I am very content at my current job - decent pay, great hours, and a boss who is a looker, even if she is a girl. But you gotta be open to opportunities. Not long to wait though, the meeting is tomorrow at 9 and they just called yesterday. So we'll see. We'll see.

Winter Wonderland Weekend

Sunday, November 25, 2007


Lunch at Mayori to celebrate John's birthday. I loved it. Indian, buffet. The roasted potatoes were super-delish. Loved the fried onion, and enjoyed the soupy chicken on top of rice. The apples sliced into slivers in a mango sauce were fun, and so were the things I thought were beets or beet-ish, but turned out to be bread like donut holes soaked in a deep red cinnamon sauce. Of course the company and friendship were great too!

Palm Court

The photo of a fountain in the rental Palm Court. I tried to get a photo of the whole fountain but it did not come out. I just thought it was oddly pretty.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Winter Wonderland

What a nice day and weekend. Very festive - christmassy. Last evening after supper, we rode through the lit park with the music piped through the radio. At ten dollars a car, it goes to a good cause, and is worth it. It's not particularly overly beautiful, but it is pretty in a very Christmas lights sort of way, the kind of thing you can do only once a year. Afterwards, we ran over to my friends Nance & Tom and had a few rounds of Jenga with them.

Today we headed out to lunch with friends John & Karen, it was a lunch to celebrate John's birthday. Since it was his birthday, it was his choice and he wanted to take us to his favorite Indian restaurant. My Fella was not overly impressed, but I enjoyed it very much. My two favorites were the roasted potatoes - very spicy - and the fried onion. I thought the onion was funny - when you consider how often "we" cook onions in batter and then to find them on an Indian buffet.

Afterwards, with a brief sojurn into Target, we headed to the Enchanted Forest. It's about an hour, maybe less, and is made up of the display that was in Goldsmith's 40 years ago. Really, you can walk through in probably 20 minutes, but it can take you back 20 years, and you just can't get that too many places for 5 bucks. We've got the best picture with Santa from there and very reasonable at $10 for one 5x7.

After a so-so dinner that I cooked in my brand new crockpot (thank you Noodle!), we headed out to the zoo for Zoo Lights. I had won free tickets earlier in the week but they were not at will-call. So we bought tickets and went on in and enjoyed the walk through the zoo. We passed on the picture with Santa, but fell prey to a group photo at the front entrance. $14 bucks for one photo and not particularly good. I think their photographers are on some kind of quota, just snapping photo's where ever they find you, without really thinking that for those outrageous prices they should have something pretty in the background(the $15 one was the absolute cheapest).

Anyway, I have some photo's I dropped off at the Walgreens tonight, and for some reason my digital camera thing isn't reading. But any-hoo - - some good news - - I was going to save up for a table set I found at Big Lots that I really like and think would fit good in this new apartment. It's $200 for the table, $100 for a set of two chairs. Guess what I found at Garden Ridge tonight - a very similar table and 4 chairs for $200 total. So some real nice guy named Michael confirmed that the display was the last one and no, they wouldn't mark it down, but I could buy it. Since it's already put together, that will save me from having to put it together and that's like a discount to me. lol. So in the morning we are going back in My Fella's truck to snag it up.

We came home and had hot chocolate and homemade pumpkin pie and now at about 10:20 we're all getting ready for bed.

Good day, good day. Busy from place to place but a very good day.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Four Things

Four first names of crushes I had

- Dana is the absolute earliest one I can remember.
- Jennifer. I sometimes dated her in college. I think I really loved her. Don't ask, I try not to think about it too much.

OK, OK, I'll add four more, just for the fun of it:
- Daryl. Though he'd hate it if he ever knew
- Jeff. Though he'd hate it if he ever suspected
- Kedrin. Now there's a mixed up thought in my head. I wonder where he is now. I sometimes think I'll run into him in an art gallery by recognizing this one huge oil painting he was working on in his dorm room. It was a hand print. Seemed cool at the time.
-Johnny. He'd more than likely just shoot me. lol.
(Some of these I had to think hard about - I'm not sure I really knew they were crushes at the time. I think looking back, they probably were. But I didn't really know it.)

Four pieces of clothing I wish I still owned (or could fit into)
- a windbreaker that I bought at a fancy schmancy store with a gift certificate. I left it in my seat on a train bound for New Orleans. It was gone when I returned.
- a blazer that was given to me by the same people that gave me the above gift card. Absolutely beautiful, and probably from the same store. I had to ask my boss if I could keep it because it was above the value of accepted gifts. I never wore it enough, my version of not using the good china
-an overcoat/trenchcoat I bought in Maryland on a trip to see Noodle & Skeeter. I don't remember what happened to it but it seems like. . . . oh yes, one winter at the old apartment it was stolen out of my car. I'd like to think that somebody needed it who was cold and needed my Franklin Covey planner to keep up with the times and locations of the local soup kitchens
-a pull over that I had for years and years. An ex accidentally put a cigarette burn into it about 4 years ago. He somehow burned it even as he was breaking up with me. He dumped me, I put it on to leave, and there was a hole in the front pocket. I think I put it in a pile of homeless clothing, because if I wanted it, I wanted it without that odd memory and cigarette burn.

Four professions I secretly want to try
-preacher or school teacher or counselor (i just want to tell people how to live their lives)
-One of those guys on the side of the road with the tall stick things, waving at each other. They often look so hot in their white t-shirt and yellow vest, looking through their telescope thing.
-casting director

Four musicians I most want to go to dinner with
-Those 4 celtic singing women
-Trace Adkins, Tim McGraw, Toby Keith & Kenny Chesney (as a prelude to a 5some)

Four foods I'd rather throw than eat
- green peas
- english peas
- sweet peas
-leseur peas

Four things I like to sniff
-Crown Royal
-Curve cologne for men (Yes, Brandy, I rememer that you lurk, and that is where it comes from - there is still some in the bottle you sent him to get. I sprayed some of it just the other day)

Thanks to Noodle for passing this one on (and please remember to bring me some of your mom's homemade cornbread dressing.)

Now I'm going to add four

Four favorite foods
- Mom's fried chicken tenders
- Noodle's mom's Cornbread dressing
- Homemade sweet tea - preferably my Mom's, Noodle's mom's, or Mamaw's.
- Hamburger helper

Four favorite movies
-Galaxy Quest
-The Matchmaker
-and what kind of self respecting gay boy would I be if I didn't say Auntie Mame

Four television guilty pleasures (I'm thinking more of re runs I can't pass by)
-Star Trek
-the Charmed Ones
-Law & Order SVU with Mariska Hargitay
-CSI with Marg Helgenberger

Four guilty pleasure websites
-Advice from Prudence on

Blog Shout

Just a little blog shout and happy Thanksgiving to Piper and Walt. I'm still lurking and reading your blogs.


The weather is overcast and icky outside, and it's about a quarter past 11 this morning. I had intended to sleep late, but woke around 8a.m. On principle, I stayed in bed til 9. Just because.

For probably the first time ever, I am staying home for Thanksgiving. Not going anywhere, and quite fine with it. I have places, had offers, etc. but decided to just stay here in town. My Mom & Dad accepted an invitation to go to his cousin's for lunch. He's a perfectly nice fella, but not really a friend of mine outside of the blood relation. And besides, I hardly know his wife and have never met his mother, ever, to the best of my knowledge.

So my Tuesday night television friends (our standing date for House & Boston Legal) and I decided to have a supper & drinks tonight. We're doing traditional-lite: turkey breast instead of a whole turkey, boxed stuffing instead of cornbread dressing, that kind of thing. As a plus, we are having cosmos. I just love vodka mixed with juice - what a perfect idea!

My Fella asked me to his house and I just politely side skirted the issue - the idea of spending Thanksgiving with 30 or so of his kin folk had absolutely no appeal to me.

So my plan for this day is to open up some of the windows here for light, dig out my Christmas decorations and put them up, and catch up on some television watching, I have a stack here to get to. Then late this afternoon I'll pop over to J&B's house with vodka in hand.

My sister-to-my-heart (or Noodle for those of you that read her blog) is going to bring me back some of her mom's dressing. I absolutely love her dressing. Her Mom called me yesterday to remind me to come over and I told her I wasn't going to make the drive and her first words were "What do you want me to send back?" Gawd the luck - one holiday, no trip home, and two mothers skipped on the guilt. Thankfully! Plus I'll still get her homemade cornbread dressing. To me, it's just a fabulous idea. You make a bread product, tear it up, add a bunch of vegetables chopped up into it, then cook it again! Just like bread pudding - you make a bread product, tear it up, add a bunch more milk and sugar, then cook it again!

Anyway, that's my day plan.

Oh, here's the weekend bonus: My Fella and his brother are coming and we are going to see the Enchanted Forest, we're going to see Zoo Lights, and then we're going to ride through a lit up park. I am so looking forward to it.

He did tell me last night that he just realized his class reunion is this weekend. He said he doesn't want to go, but I've given him the out, with a caveat. I won't be hurt or nothing, but he'd best get up here the next weekend for my winter wonderland weekend. But I have a feeling he'll come on here. He really didn't seem all that bothered about missing it. I skipped mine, went to Baton Rouge or somewhere instead.

Oh well. Happy Thanksgiving to you.

Right now the Cherokee Nation's choir is on the parade. Absolutely beautiful.

OMG - I just saw a commercial and the American Gladiators are returning to NBC! That is SO cheesy and so fabulous at the same time!


My nephews and ne-dogs.

Monday, November 19, 2007

King for a day. . . .

I listened to just a few minutes of George Stephawhatever's show yesterday morning with Fred Thompson. I got so annoyed at George, not that I'm a big fan of Fred or George, but George just wouldn't let up about terry schiavo and I thought fred's answer was pretty clear: basicly, i'm not a doctor, i did not have access to all the information, i would like to think that families would choose life but if they don't agree, then i support the individual state's law process and rules handling it.

and george was like "but autopsy showed she was brain dead"
and fred was like, "but we didn't know that - which is why i said i didn't have all the facts"
and george was like, "what are the states positions"
and fred was like, "I don't know all 50 states laws"

i finally just turned it off. what utter garbage we either have taken, or allowed, our country's political process and media outlets to become. it is all slanted, all biased, and there is no reason for a good man or woman to run for that office. and there is still a whole friggin' year of listening to them campaign and carry on.

if i were king for a day, i would put into law a one month maximum campaign. You can campaign in October. We vote in November. Anybody who campaigns before October has to work a week with Mike Rowe on "Dirty Jobs" on The Honey Wagon.

P.S. If I were king for a day, i'd also undo all the innocent by reason of insanity laws. I'd go with Guilty and Crazy - so your ass still goes to jail and you're not out on the streets. but innocent? no way.

What would you do, if you were king/queen for a day?

Sunday, November 11, 2007

The Nina, replica


Quote, television

Denny Crane "I'm Denny Crane. Crane comes before Schmidt."
Shirley Schmidt "You refer of course to when we were intimate."

D.C. -You were Bush-bashing.
S.S.-I assure you I wasn't.
D.C.-You made war comments. When a liberal makes war comments, it's Bush-bashing. It's un-American.
S.S.-To criticize the president?
D.C.-While he's in office, yes.

D.C.-You left me, Shirely. Women don't leave Denny Crane. And for a secretary.
S.S.-It was the Secretary of Defense.
D.C.-Doesn't matter, I have an image.

Season 1

The old high school

The building has been empty since before I can remember. I'm past 38 years old and can't remember any use of it. In decades past, they said the city still owned the building and it was in use from time to time to store . . . . . whatever. But it looks now like it has fallen into such disrepair that it can't be used for anything. What a shame, it is such a beautiful building even now. Stately. Strong.

The grassy yard in front of it also looks stately, perhaps because of the square nature of the lay out. As I walked around the building for the first time in my 38 years, doubting that in all the time I lived in my hometown there was so much as one day that I did not pass it by, I impressed. I am not sure by what, but impressed. It is tall. Tall windows. Through the broken windows it appears the ceilings are high.

I have wished for a long time that someone, some unknown, unsaid someone would buy the building and refurb it. Offices. Apartments/condos. Just anyone, anything to make it majestic again. But like so many things in my hometown, where the economy has declined and business has left, it just continues to fall into disrepair.

But today it still looked majestic to me.

P.S. I walked away with a brick. If someone does buy it and refurb it, I'll return the brick.

The old high school

Saturday, November 10, 2007

9 11

This is a quick post, I'm about to go out the door. But I just stopped at the traveling 9 11 memorial, it is in Memphis today. (So is a replica of the Nina, but I haven't made it there.)

I am sure there is a website and stuff to look at about it. But I encourage you if it comes to your area, to go. It is in 3 parts - the first being photo murals, the second is an 8 1/2 minute movie with survivors, and the third an iron beam that can be signed. It is free, no charge to enter. There is a very polite request to make a donation but no hard sell.

It is very moving and worth going. Definitely.

Now, they tell me my nephew is waiting for me and he's about an hour and a half away, so I may have to miss my opportunity to see the Nina. Oh well, I lived 38 years, I can wait til it comes round again.

Friday, November 9, 2007


I wish I had a photo from tonight. It was such a nice time and was one of those nights where I begrudgingly went out, but am so glad I did. Heather and I had plans to celebrate her birthday last night but she had to cancel, and then had to work tonight. But she called around 8 and left a message and I just fretted over calling her back because I just wanted to sit at home. . . . but 20 minutes later I called her and 20 after that we were meeting in my old neighborhood for a drink and fancy-snacks (tapas menu). It's now 12:25 and I'm just getting home after being with her for 3 hours on the patio. She's such a lovely girl. Her ex-husband is a total hottie that I wanted bad way back when. Her last girlfriend was such a dyke. And all the stories in between are just great stories about finding her own way and learning who she is and all, and it's very refreshing in a way. She's quite pretty too.

My Fella told me not to blog about it. We had a "rip" last night, which is less than a fight. It was a stupid "rip" and it was over the phone so it's more stupid, and even more so because it was about church-god-the president-and the war yea, you know, those things that really don't affect our relationship in a day to day way. You know they say there is a war going on, but I still have a 9 to 5 job and a meeting on Monday with the V.P. to explain what I do - so fight with me over steak or chicken for supper. Anyway, I am just trying to focus on his visit this week. I know what movie we are going to watch, I have narrowed down to two things what we'll have for supper, and I am just looking forward to seeing him - even if he is WRONG about church-god and the president and the war.

Have a good weekend.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Cute, cute, cute

The cutest little lesbian works at a little shop around the way. Cute cute cute little tick of a girl. Anyway, I dropped off some film that has 1 or 2 shots from yesterday on it, and who knows what else. I decided to save 2 bucks and pick it up tomorrow - so there may be a decent photo or two for the blog tomorrow related to older posts - and she saw my t-shirt and had a fit thinking I'd been this year to Pride in Chicago. But I went two years ago with my bestest bud Chaz. I wouldn't of guessed she was one of us, seemed so adorably straight. By coincidence her girlfriend was walking up to drop off keys and she's that cute kind of skinny black with the real short curly hair and beautiful green eyes (or contacts, usually, if they are that bright).

I've been up and out to the post office, to drop off film and pick up a Sunday paper, and at Kroger for groceries, and now I'm gonna change into something else for a run to church.

Pretty, pretty day. K.C. stepped over and asked me to leave the top bolt undone and he'll tear into the heater today and he'll call them about the leak in the bathroom.

Good Sunday to you.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Quote, television

For the record, I hate sentiment. but until you got here, I was beginning to loathe this place. - Denny Crane. season 1, Boston Legal

I just like wearing women's clothes, sometimes. . . . . . it just feels right, sometimes. - Client
So basicly you're a sicko. - Denny Crane

Celtic Fest

At the invitation of Noodle, I was planning to attend a Celtic Festival today and had invited My Fella and Jamie. Noodle, Skeeter, and the whole gang had a change of plans due to kin folk needs, but My Fella and I decided to Braveheart it and go.

Tickets were $5 and parking was $1 and it was at an outdoor area behind the Casey Jones Village in Jackson, Tn. There is quite a large pop up metal building ampitheatre/stage at the bottom of a grassy knoll that rises gently to a flat area. So as you walk into the flat area, you are at the top with the tents/booths from clans and peddlers, then you begin your slow descent to watch the bands and performers. For the youth who may be easily bored, there is one of the rented bouncing things, and a pre existing playground that seemed up to date and nice - one of those "oneall" things where there is a slide connected to a swing connected to a wishbone, is connected to the hambone, etc.

Probably somewhere around 15 or 20 booths, maybe. Maybe less. Probably not more. Several of them were representatives of clans, and some others were peddling their tawdry wares in the form of a gargantuan collection of reproduction swords and knives and hatchets and what-not. The kind you see in those Sunday inserts "limited number" and what not, or the kind you see in one of those trading card stores. You know, all reproductions of some Xena or Conan movie. Really quite cool if you're into that, which you just may be if you attend something like this. Another booth had quite a lot of blankets in patterns reminiscent of plaids, and one had a lot of t shirts with celtic designs.

The music, performers, and entertainment on the stage was all top notch. Very top drawer. There was a great group of young girls doing Irish dance, they are in a troop from Memphis, there were different bands and Irish/Celtic music (modern and quite good) as well as some solo singers. If you like this kind of stuff, I can tell you the performers and entertainment are top drawer. If you like a boothy kind of place with a lot of stuff to pick over, you'll be through pretty quick.

I did, I will admit, think about forking over $70 for a pair of leather and chain mail gloves with wrist pieces. I tried one on and instantly became . . . . aroused . . . . how fabulous they would be . . . .

If I have any photos at all, there will be only one or two. The memory card for my camera was inadvertently left somewhere, and I tried to snap one or two with my cell phone. We'll see.

Peter Peter & Pumpkin the Cleaner, plus KC the man

. . . . . the air guy knocked on my door Thursday night to tell me all the parts were here for my brand new heater and he would get it all done Friday night. So I decided to go out of town, giving him all the space he needed, I got a little visit with My Fella, and I would come home to brisk fall weather of 67 degrees and central heat.

Yeah right. There is no sign of him having been here and definitely no heat. I'm thinking if K.C. don't get it fixed this weekend, I'm going to see Peter face to face Monday morning.

12 midnight p.s. - It's like there's a pox on the apartment or something - I walk into the bathroom and there's this big ol' leak above the tub & toilet. The latex painted has created a sack holding the water.

'course like i told my last landlord when there was a leak and he said, "Don't worry about it." "I'm not." I'll call and leave a message, and I suppose tomorrow at a decent hour I may knock on the door above mine to see if she notices anything odd, but hey, I'm not going to worry about it. Though the puddle around my toilet is quite annoying. ugh!